Episode 4: The Jailbreak of Dawn

[Teh Frixz]

[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]Kingsley [/COLOR]Plumbly Smidt-Hausen[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]Rothlundt 


Location: The Park


@lazyrocktime @damagedglasses @Gus @lioness075 @the rest


The sensation of going from a body to whatever she had now was at the very least disquieting. Her adapted form, despite the dying body, was comfortable in her former host. Going from that to her current state hurt more than physically. Kingsley felt so lost. Her vision going from a normal body to the sort of 'body' sense she had now. Yelling, bodies appearing out from nowhere, poison gas, men with swords, chipmunks... she could go on and on with the chaos that was erupting in the park. The only thing she could do to respond to this? Take cover! Sliding to safety underneath the bench, Kingsley finally started to form up again, her psuedo-head forming to peer up out of her own body. There wasn't any expression on the 'head' but if one could entertain the notion of translating body language, she seemed confused and hurt. 


With the wave of chipmunks starting to break against...something, Kingsley started to gain some composure. Looking this way and that, she slides out from under the bench just enough to place a half formed hand on the seat and look around. Instantly her eyes fall upon the downed man. Comfort, safety, power, the means of survival. Her mouth would have been watering. Seemingly unnoticed, she withdraws her hand and slides over to the man. Feet going this way and that, nobody noticed. It was just feet and chaos running about. 


She gets closer, reaching out a soft, hesitant probing hand to gently touch his cheek. Just a taste to see what was inside the man's head. 

 

[JustNicole]

Julie Scotts


Location: Park


Tagged: @DamagedGlasses 


Nearby: Anyone @ the Park


Mood: Nervous -> Slightly Annoyed


OOC: Women are fickle creatures.

There was a part of Julie that half-expected Oliver to form a fist and take a swing at her right there. She had nothing to base that presumption off of. Nothing Oliver had ever said or done had ever given her any indication that Oliver would harm her. Yet, her natural reaction was to tense her body. The last time someone found out her being super, it had led to her being assaulted and left for dead on the side of the highway. Hopefully this time would be different.


As Oliver moved his arms silently, Julie half-closed her eyes bracing for that. Instead, she felt the warm appendages on her shoulders in a manner which reminded her of her own father. Still, she expected the hit to come any second.


“I think I need to knit you a new sweater. This one’s looking a bit tight, you know?”


Julie opened her eyes from her clenching, knowing now exactly how Oliver felt. It was perhaps the best response he could have given for the situation. She certainly didn’t want him to treat her differently simply because he knew she was a super now.  


The hug was nice. Julie even found herself blushing as Oliver hugged her, wishing somewhere beneath the surface that such a thing would be something he would give her all the time. The next revelation hit Julie like a truck, though. Oliver? A super? All this time she was getting worked up about telling him her secret, and he hadn’t even bothered to tell her his? She could feel the small bubbles of spitefulness boiling up within her for a moment.


Julie knew she had no cause to be annoyed at Oliver. After all, he had just taken her biggest secret and shrugged it off like it was nothing, and then in turn confided in her. She should feel grateful to Olivier, but she couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the fact that while her telling him had been a huge step for her personally, Oliver had told her like it was nothing. He treated his reveal like it was second-hand old news, and yet still hadn’t taken the time to tell her before now.


Snapping back to reality, Julie realized that Oliver had dropped the hug and was taking stock of something inwardly. In all her time with him, Julie had never seen Oliver so pre-occupied. Did it have something to do with his powers?


Julie’s face twisted into a scowl as Oliver leaned forward and whispered into her ears. Normally, she would have been touched at Olivier’s thoughtfulness, but her annoyance towards him only served to drive her thoughts in a different direction. Maybe she did wish Oliver would treat her a little different, at least enough to know that she can more than take of herself.


“I can handle myself plenty fine, thank you very much,.” Julie whispered back, the edge showing in her voice.


Concentrating for a moment, Julie felt her power activate as her perspective changed. The tattered blue sweater fell to the ground, no longer having any body for it to rest on. Out of the top of the head hole, Julie shot out in her super form, covered in matching black sports bra and yoga pants.


There was nothing quite like her super form. It was an incredible experience, not only seeing the world from an entirely different point of view, but also being able to fly. It never got old. Everything always seemed different. This time, in particular, Oliver’s face, where each individual fault in his skin now seemed amplified by a thousand.


She flew up to Oliver’s shoulder and sat down on it, tapping his bone slightly to get his attention. Waving up at his huge head, Julie decided to have a little bit of fun and payback. She gently fired off her stinger where she was sitting to give him a soft, sharp pain that at best would cause him to say ow. “See? I like I said, I can take care of myself.”

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver McGenty


Location: Park.


Nearby: In the same park as Ren, Luci, Urial, Klaus von Scheiffer, Kingsley, The Chipmunk King, Asher, Lara, Julie, and Ophelia.


(@Meredith@RemainingQuestions@St Stare@Lazy Rocktime@Teh Frixz@Bag o Fruit@DJ MagicHat@Lioness075@SweetNicole@KingHink)


Mood: Confusion. Worry. Pain. Alarm. Understanding. Sarcasm. Calm. Alert. Pertinent. Serious. Secretly Relieved. 


OOC: Poor Oliver. Unfortunately, he was not gifted the power to understand women.


For a moment, Oliver was confused at what Julie meant. Then he was worried. He watched as Julie’s clothes hit the ground, the sweater he had given her having a blast as it gathered souvenirs off the ground. What was going on? Oliver was about to ramp up his power to scout for her thoughts. There had already been one teleporter, who knew if there was going to be a second showing? Oliver never noticed the flying Julie landing on his shoulder until he felt the shock of pain that followed suit.


If it hadn’t been for his power, there would have been more of a reaction, but even with the revelations abounding, both personal and otherwise, Oliver merely flinched a bit and resisted the instinct to run the injured shoulder Julie sat on, “Ow.”


He looked over at the tiny Julie on his shoulder. The tiny Julie with wings. The tiny Julie with wings that was looking at him with a strange look in her eyes that Oliver was not prepared to translate. Was she angry at him? What the hell for? Oh, so she could take care of herself, huh? Well, that makes everything better. You know, because if you have powers, you were invincible and you never got hurt, right? You just magically dodged every bullet and swords didn’t cut your head off! Oliver let himself mentally indulge in his sarcastic self-therapy, before he moved on.


Oliver closed his eyes and accepted what was in front of him as the truth, before he looked at Julie, all business, “If you’re willing to put your life on the line, do so.”


He looked her small form over, along with her wings and let his mind divide as he took in the changes this caused. A smaller form meant more mobility and better stealth. Her energy bolts didn’t seem to cause permanent damage, but she might have used a lower setting to make a point. What that point was, Oliver only had a vague clue, but it was one that he was willing to disregard for the moment. With an extra set of eyes that could keep watch, Oliver could get a better idea of what was going on.


Somewhere deep within Oliver, he also felt relieved at the outside force that had given Julie her power. Flight and small size were great get-away powers and while any damage taken could prove fatal, Oliver was relieved that he could at least keep her somewhere she wouldn’t be apt to have such threats. Strangely, he had a feeling wording it that way would be counter-productive. He still had no idea why.


Collecting his thoughts, literally, Oliver nodded and continued, “I’ll tell you everything I know. Unidentified Supers, at least 2, with one known as “Klaus” are planning on or planned on causing trouble. I evacuated the civilians, but there seems to be Supers around who stayed to provide a defense to whatever situation occurs. I have bits and clues about what’s going on, but nothing concrete. I’m going to try and get a bit closer to figure it all out, but some eyes in the sky could definitely help. Are you willing?”


He lulled off for just a moment before he realized something important, “I think your transformation will count as a hard counter to my power. My Peril Telepathy hears the thoughts of people based on their hormones, usually stress, and lets me find them, but it only works on baseline humans and those similar. So if you get in trouble or find yourself in danger and you think it is worth the risk, untransform and just think, uh..loud thoughts.”


Oliver wasn’t really used to explaining his power, yet he had found it becoming a very consistent theme in his life. Along with some power assistance he was doing on his free days, now he had to explain it to someone on the cusp of disaster. He never had to do this in Norfolk.



As he collected Julie's sweater off of the ground, he considered the rising consistency of power important. Maybe he should get business cards?

 

[Teh Frixz]

[SIZE= 24px]Kingsley and Aaron[/SIZE]


Location: The Park 


@'s : Basically everyone

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[SIZE= 16px]Something soft and slime-like brushed Aaron’s cheek as he groped for his elusive quarry, Klaus vos Scheiffer.  Still focused on this immediate task, insofar as he [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]could[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] focus, he ignored the… whatever it was. Then thick tendrils of slime flowed through his beard and up his nose and into his mouth. [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]That[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] got his full attention. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Aaron has rarely been sick, but once during his exile in South America he caught a nasty bug that turned into pneumonia. For weeks he could barely take a breath; he felt like he was drowning. This feels much worse that that. His throat is full of such a volume of thick sludge that he cannot get any air at all. In a moment of panic, he gasps for oxygen, heaves in with all the strength his mighty diaphragm can muster. There is a horrible wet gurgling sound, like a sink full of jello being sucked down a garbage disposal. Just as he is on the point of passing out, his airway is suddenly clear again.  If he had been less foggy, it might have occurred to him that it was odd he had no need to spit after such a mighty inhalation of slime, but his brain was still rattled from hitting the ground, and he remained doggedly focused on Klaus.  ...meanwhile, deep in his subconscious something stirred, rising to meet the intruder, Kingsley. Was she a foe to be expelled, or the key to its release from prison? It would see.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]“Oh my goodness...You poor poor man” [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] Words flutter around his mind at the same pace that the foreign ichor seemed to drip into him. Not honeyed in any way but the tone they carried was one of compassion and care, an outsider's heartfelt opinion. Like a compliment randomly given by a stranger, there was no reason for malice. The voice carried on, the upper crust accent making everything sound even better somehow. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]“Trying so hard to give and give but hoping that someone could maybe give back? Yet it never seems to happen. You don’t deserve it, after all your service? After the countless children you’ve helped, you shouldn’t deal with it anymore.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]A shadow in the back of his mind seems to fade away, a column of light illuminating a youthful New England teen dressed conservatively, but fashionably. Her smile catches the light just right as she steps forward, curtsying politely. “[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]I’m Kingsley and I’m here to help. If you let me stay for a little while that is.” [/SIZE]

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[SIZE= 16px]Shuffling through his memories like a person sorting through a camera reel, Kingsley intentionally stayed shallow. Deep personal memories locked in the darkness of his mind that she dare not attempt to enter. It was all so surreal, the animals she’d inhabited merely blank canvas to assert her will. The girl in the coma, her dark was just shadows of light grey to pick through like a scavenger. The claustrophobic feel inside this man was a reminder of who was in control here. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]The column of light dims somewhat as [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]something[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] approaches out of the dark. Something not seen but rather felt;  massive and unimaginably old.  It seems to bring the darkness with it, hemming in the light, ponderous and unstoppable and mysterious as an eclipse. The sheer bulk of the thing makes the virtual air tremble around Kingsley’s self concept in the mind space that they share. No... Not share; it is the wrong word. In the mindspace that [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]it[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] controls. The mindspace that surrounds her is hostile territory. Which makes no sense. This man is a teacher! Humble, dedicated, patient and kind. Doggedly in pursuit of a villain who tried to hurt one of his students!  What was happening here? [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]A chuckle echoed through the space, mirthless and hollow, pressing in on what remained of the column of light. There was a scuffling followed by a harsh grating sound as of something heavy and dense inching closer, pulled forward by many unseen limbs.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]“You think you have our measure little one. But you have only seen our surface mask. You see Aaron Mallory. The face we present to the world. But we are many. We are patient. We remain hidden. And now you have come into our domain. You begin to see the faint outlines of what we [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]truly[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] are. What shall we do with you then, little spy, little goblin? Perhaps we should crush you into dust? To less than dust? Or perhaps you may yet be useful to us? Hmmm.  Perhaps you may be the key, indeed? We will see. We will allow you to live, for now. We are patient. We are many. Return now to the surface places.  Speak to Aaron now, while he is addled, that he may dismiss you as a phantom later. When his mind heals, retreat from it. Observe him and learn. Be patient.  Return here when we call you.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]And then the darkness was gone. The mindspace now well lit and cheerful, a tastefully decorated waiting room. An antechamber of the mind. Of what lurked beyond it, there was no further sign.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Kingsley had flattened herself in the darkness , hiding her eyes while whatever it was spoke. She wanted to retreat from the body, back into the chaos of the outside world but was it worth it? To leave this vast space. Even while the dark spoke, Kingsley was sending tendrils through his body and starting to feel out the safe locations within him. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Putting the voice in the dark out of her mind like it was some sort of a random memory, she places herself a bit deeper in him, hesitant to go further but the urge to tap into that power beneath the surface was too great. When it did finally retreat, she ‘stepped’ out into the opening. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]The body was comfortable, oddly dense though. This might have been a particularly good choice she thought as she spread throughout his body and began to settle in. The density of his body allowed her to draw a bit harder from his nutrient pool and if she played her cards right, she could probably remain undetected inside him. Her biological ‘avatar’ inside his subconscious grinned a bit too wide as she relaxed. If all worked out, she could just start making nightly excursions into the world with the man while he slept. She clapped for joy, jumping in place a bit before finally exploring her lit surroundings in the darkness of unknown mind. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]It was an odd experience to describe to someone else, roaming about inside someone’s head. A blend of her mind projecting this ‘scene’ as well as a heaping portion of her host. Whoever this guy was, must have been decently put together as the bits of his head were well organized and maintained, except in an odd configuration. It all seemed to orbit around a well in the center of his head. A deep hole she didn’t dare go near, it exuded a sense of danger and entrapment. Like she’d be sucked in, never to escape. Other than that, it was fairly easy to find her way about. Hopes and Dreams brightly labeled, Fears and nightmares a measly little black door, his sense of duty a bright inviting archway. Kingsley runs on through his head, peeking in on each of them in turn to try and get a sense of who he was. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Eventually returning to her own little headspace, Kingsley once again settled in. [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]“Alright Mr. Mallory. A little tender love and care and there you go, let’s see what you make of things.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]Purging the last bits of whatever toxin was in him, she sets herself to repairing the damage in his ankle and slips into her version of a background, gently massaging his bruised brain back into shape... [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]“Good morning, good morning! You’ve slept the whole night through...”[/SIZE]

 

[Dusky]

Hannah Scoggan || Grocery Store





Nearby: Kyle, Mitch, Cecilia


Tags: @St Stare @Necessity4Fun @too much idea


Mood: Uneasy




Almost a month, she reflected. It had been almost a month since she enrolled at AEGIS and almost a month since Knight Day.


The memory still made her shudder. She had thought the intruder at school had been stressful, but when she got home and saw the news, she couldn't leave the house for three days. Her best friend had stopped by to knock some sense into her.


"Hannah, you have to go to work. You're going to lose your job. And what about classes at AEGIS?"


Hannah had flinched at being reminded of Facility 108 and thusly of her powers. "You d-don't understand, Gemma. The Knights of Raguel are out there... n-not just th-them either! The world... it's full of people who h-hate me..."


Gemma had sighed and pulled her into a hug, which Hannah nearly flinched away from before relaxing enough to allow it. "I don't hate you. And you know what? I don't think the folks at AEGIS hate you either. If you want to be safe, shouldn't you be around the supers? Who better to protect you?"


Hannah hadn't considered it that way. Her brief experience with the place had been one of utter mayhem, peril, and stress, but things certainly did get handled, didn't they...? Still, something hadn't sat quite right.


The talk did the trick. Hannah emerged from her apartment and began attending classes again, but it was not long before the next calamity closed the school for two more weeks.


How much of the last month did she actually spend attending classes, anyway?


No matter. It was a Saturday, there were no classes, she wasn't scheduled to work, and she needed groceries.


There was a strange quality outside; the people she passed as she walked to the store seemed agitated; she caught murmurs about a casino but couldn't make out the details. Odd...


Hannah surveyed the parking lot of the grocery store. Dead and empty, moreso than you'd expect late in the morning on a weekend. Well, that would just make shopping easier, wouldn't it?


Her consumerism brought her to the bakery aisle. Chewing her lip, she pondered the different brands of bread, until something crunched underfoot and made her leap out of her skin. It was... popcorn? And pasta, too?


Her eyes traveled up from the ground to the three teens standing among the mess. She sighed; as an adult, it fell on her to deal with this.


"Is... is everything okay...?" she ventured, hoping her quiet voice would garner their notice. "Such a mess... I-I'll get an employee to help us clean it."


She turned around and headed for the nearest counter, but stopped in her tracks to see nobody there. Confused, she glanced around. Nobody. She peered toward another department. Nobody. She even ventured down a hall and looked at the registers before returning to the grains-strewn area of the store.


Nobody.


"There's nobody here," she said unhappily, "Maybe we should... g-go?" More to herself, she added, "Though I'd hate to leave a mess."

 

[Syrenrei]

Imogen "Gen" Jarsdel
​

a/k/a Evermore
​

Location: Training Facility 108, Main Building (Exterior) & Parking Lot
​

Near: A motley crew of strangers @Kingmalikai @Gus @Necessity4Fun @Bag o Fruit @The Suspicious Eye
​

One of the kids in the group seemed to take notice of Imogen as she lingered out of earshot but well within visual range. It was difficult to make out any sort of expression on the scrawny boy but so far he didn't look ambitious enough to be waltzing over to interrupt her quality time with her beef jerky. Imogen idly wondered what sort of power would compel any teenager in their right mind to volunteer for a rescue mission against criminals that were a special blend of super powers and violence. Strength? A little bit of brawn made a cop whose only special skill was telling vulgar jokes think he was a a god. Impervious skin? She couldn't blame him if he had that sort of power. She finished chewing on the meat thoughtfully and swallowed it down before reaching for a bottle of water. It was damn near impossible all of them had an ability that gave them a competitive edge and prowess in battle. One sure, but all of them? Not a chance.


As she wrestled with her conscience she finally pulled out her phone with her free hand. Imogen wasn't sure if she was more flattered at the wild variety of names inviting her assistance in apprehending a super fugitive or insulted. After all most of them didn't send her Christmas cards of partake in small talk. She didn't really put forth the effort either, of course, but they were a little more obligated on account of her taking literal bullets, blunt force trauma, and a few energy blasts here and there. One time her arm nearly got ripped off and she got a basket of fruit dipped in chocolate which was nice. Each contact had "NAUGHTY" or "NICE" next to their name to help her prioritize if there were multiple requests.


One name stood out among the blitz of text messages and unanswered voicemails, though, and that was no less than 14 messages and 2 missed calls from 'Mum.' Imogen had a great relationship and loved her mother dearly, but her mother was prone to envisioning the worst case scenario. One would think that knowing her daughter could recover from things that could kill a man would soothe her nerves and steel her against panic but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Her mother knew she rushed into danger rather than out of it and that made her paranoid that any dangerous encounter would be Imogen's last. Sometimes Imogen also felt there was another proverbial shoe about to fall but then she just remembered the joke that was her love life and she was pretty convinced it had already hit the floor. With some reluctance she sped dialed her mother and put the small and expensive piece of technology to her ear. No way she was going to let her mother see where she was today; it would just lead to a volley of even more questions.


"Hello?" her mother's voice called out. "Imogen, is that you? Oh thank God! I was so worried. Where are you? Are you all right?"


"Yes, Mum, it's me," Imogen sighed. Her mother didn't appreciate her self-depreciating humor on a good day. Today she'd have to be on her best behavior. "I'm fine, Mum. I was doing a safety inspection job on a building but it got interrupted in the panic over the jailbreak." It wasn't the whole truth but it was enough to keep her mother satisfied.


"What about all those super criminals on the streets? Are you safe? Didn't you help get some of them arrested? Please tell me you're going home, Imogen. I know that your gift helps protect you in a way, but you should really look into better security for your house. Maybe you should get some sort of sentry robot."


Imogen gulped down some water and put it away, trying not to be exasperated at the absurdity of buying something to guard a house she was hardly ever at. She wasn't poor by any stretch of the imagination but she had tucked most of her money into savings rather than lavish purchases. If she suddenly had a robust security system it would probably entice robbers with the illusion of there must be something valuable inside to protect. "Mum," she began as she tucked away the bottle again, "the criminals probably barely remember me if any of the ones I arrested are even still in the wind. It's the guys that were behind me that they'd be gunning for, the ones that zapped them or capped them. Credit card companies are more aggressively interested in me than any escapee. Do you know how many solicitation messages I get about their newest promotion and only 33.4% interest per annum?"


Now it was Mrs. Jarsdel's turn to audibly sigh on the phone. "Will you at least promise me you won't go chasing after them? Imogen, emotions are running high today and everyone will be more volatile today than tomorrow."


"I love you, Mum," Imogen said. It was well established that her mother would try to request a guarantee that Imogen would stay away from imminent harm for a duration of time, for any reason her mother could think of. It was impossible for Imogen to acquiesce to all but a few of these. Sure, she lied when it was necessary, but she wasn't in the habit of making promises that she couldn't keep. Her mother knew the declaration of love meant she had asked for more than Imogen could give but that she had been heard.


As Imogen ended the call she watched the arrival of a girl with wild dyed green hair arrive at teenager gathering grounds and no doubt volunteer her assistance with enthusiasm. It was a motley assortment but there was strength in numbers and the chaperone still hadn't left. What if something happened to them? What if she, Evermore, stood here and let a bunch of kids waltz into a deadly situation and they actually got hurt? None of them had approached her for help but wasn't there some blame if she saw them doing something stupid and didn't intervene? She took a few more steps forward so she could hear what they were saying if she listened closely but still stayed out of reach.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert



Location: The park (of doom)


Nearby: @St Stare @Lazy Rocktime @DamagedGlasses @Teh Frixz @Meredith @Gus @KingHink @Bag o Fruit @SweetNicole @Lioness075 @DJ MagicHat


Mood: What. what?


OOC: Luci is taking the kiss way out of context.




The girl took his powers mostly in stride, which was a better reaction than Luci got most of the time so he just shrugged. "Well, it's not like I can turn it off..." He nodded at her name, trying to commit it to memory. The way she had shifted, the things that Luci had noticed before looked like wings. Luci felt soft jealousy curl in his stomach. At least her obvious powers were cool, while his were just annoying. He nodded again when she confirmed his thoughts about her powers. The mention of the chipmunks turned him around again. Was this why they had been evacuating the park? It sounded ridiculous in his head, but the near sea of chipmunks was shockingly scary to Luci. He felt himself glow brighter still, the stress about his teacher and the situation stacking. 


Luci's light flashed brightly when Klaus talked to him, and he immediately moved backwards, sweat breaking out on his brow because of the heat of his light and the fear of the old teacher in front of him. He moved back, more to get away from Klaus than to give him access to Mister Mallory. Another mention of the chipmunks made Luci get up. He didn't want to leave Mister Mallory to Klaus and Lara, the girl he had just met, but he also didn't want to drown in chipmunks and die of rabies. Still, from the corner of his eye, he could see Klaus planting a kiss on Mister Mallory. Luci felt his cheeks glow, but for once in the metaphorical sense. Wasn't Klaus married? Wasn't Mister Mallory? And really, now was hardly the time either way!


Luci turns to the chipmunks, not yet within his range. He did see the boy that had been helping him stand alone again, the girl he was talking to somehow gone. Well... There was nothing more for it. Luci jogged to the chipmunks as they ran towards him. This somehow reminded him of that horrible reboot of Alvin and the Chipmunks. It made it nearly cathartic to kick the first one he reached. On the other hand, he was kicking tiny fluffy animals. He heard something from behind him, the sound of Mister Mallory's voice. He turned around again and saw Mister Mallory laying on top of Klaus. He blinked, but the scene didn't change. What was between those two? And why was it coming out now, and had it not shown nearly two weeks ago? While Luci was turned to the interaction between Mister Mallory and Klaus, half-tempted to try and drag Mister Mallory of off Klaus, he had turned his back to the sea of chipmunks. Most strategists would agree that turning your back on the enemy was a very bad idea. Unfortunately for Luci, he was not a strategist.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Anneliese Van Can & Kendrick Haywood


@Necessity4Fun@The Suspicious Eye@Syrenrei@Gus@Kingmalikai@KingHink


Anneliese gave Kendrick a hard look as he began his tirade. About halfway through, something in his voice caused her expression to soften. Remember, he's not being difficult for no reason...

"Hamasaki-san!" She interrupted, speaking with rapid-fire fluency "Ima wa motto shizuka ni hanashite kudasai! Kendi-san to watashi wa hanashite iru, watashi wa kiku hitsuyō ga arimasu."
 


Kendrick trailed off, and Jeremiah picked up, saying that he was for all intents and purposes an E-rank. Anneliese set aside a brief moment to give him a blank look, which was cut short by a green-haired girl falling out of the sky. She offered herself to Kendrick's cause.

"Yes I think you'll do relatively nicely, if you'll just give us a moment please." she held up an index finger to the girl.

"And you, Kendrick, as it seems you prefer to be called..." she smiled conspiratorially. "I would have words with you. Perhaps inside the limousine would be a better location for a private chat?"


The teenager eyed the woman suspiciously. He wasn't pleased with the stranger's change in tone, neither the weird smile she was giving him, as if she was in possession of a secret and was readying a negotiation over it. He called bluff upon that! They had barely met, about ten minutes ago, there was no way she could know anything. At least, nothing others already didn't know:

"Actually miss, there's more security inside the car, including the driver." the boy commented, before starting his attack, with an skeptical and rather overconfident tone in his voice "And what information would a stranger even have about me or my life, that could require such level of secrecy?" his arm crossing tensened, as he raised an eyebrow at her "I find that to be very unlikely."


Speaking as quickly as she could while still enunciating, she replied. "Well, I know your name is Kendrick Haywood, I know you're a sixteen-year-old C-rank with the ability to animate and direct toys to which you have an emotional attachment, I know you've been here at AEGIS for three years, I know you're very frequently trodden upon by an overly-strict teacher..." she raised her eyebrows "-besides me. I know that you were present for the attack on Commonwealth Headquarters perpetrated by the Knights of Raguel, I know that you'd really prefer that no other student hear what I have to say to you, and I know if we're to rescue your parents it has to be said damn fast. S'il vous plait?" she gestured to the limousine's door.


At first, Kendrick's stance did not change as he listened to the woman's rambling. Some of these things were on his file, leaving the boy with no doubt that she was part of the AEGIS staff. And seeing as they hadn't met before, she had arrived amidst the closure time, today could even be her first day in the job. But then the tone of the ramble changed. Despite the fact that there wasn't just one strict tutor in his life, but a couple, the boy's mind quickly wandered to Mr. Ledford... Wait. There was no way Mr. Ledford or anyone else was mentioned on his file!

He widened his eyes in surprise, as the fact that this wasn't a bluff downed on him. The next thing she mentioned was the incident of the Commonwealth building, which they had completely covered up to maintain their images... With a low stuttering of "How?" the boy simply stared at the lady as she finished her exposition with French. It was clear now that this woman wasn't joking. If she knew of uncertainties and fears that Kendrick hadn't even entrusted Petra with, then this was, to say the least, troubling.

With a deep breath in an attempt to get his composure back, the young Haywood clicked his tongue at the inevitability of putting up with a stranger's demands.

"Fine." his irritation shone clear as day, "Let me just get security out of there... Ma'am."

Kendrick was aware that, despite the woman's ways, she was right. But still losing the exchange like that was disastifying, and would certainly bother him for a while. Slightly stomping over to the car, the teenager sent Ivor and his colleague gestures for them to empty the car, join the other two bodyguards outside and wait patiently.  As soon as they left, Kendrick glanced back at the woman and leaving the door open for her to join him, entered the vehicle. Then he sighed, not knowing what to expect.

Anneliese calmly sat down in the backseat, keeping a respectful distance between the two of them. She closed the door.

 

[lazee]

Klaus vos Scheiffer



Baltimore Park@Gus @RemainingQuestions @Lioness075 @Bag o Fruit @St Stare @KingHink @Meredith



Here he was. The hero of the day stood valiantly in the face of a mongrel horde fast approaching. In terms of numbers, it was once against a thousand, but with a weapon to slay all other weapons, he was prepared. Soon as they swarmed him, they would just as swiftly succumb to it and fall like flies. He was ready, let them come! None could stand against the might of poison!


So Klaus thought, anyway, as he was downed by the weight of a singularity, ushered in by Aaron Mallory's hand. It killed such a heroic mood, the German could only react with a surprised "Aaah! Was zum Teufel?!" and the placement of the veteran teacher was nothing if not awkward. Looking down (or up, in a sense), Klaus watched that buffoon just lay his unthinkable weight on him. He seemed dazed, probably due to the nerve gas. Explained his actions, if nothing else, but not excused them, not one bit! Without this terrible interruption, Klaus could've settled the chipmunk problem with no hassle at all! He tried to budge himself out, but he knew that it was to no avail. How does one escape being pinned down by Mallory's weight, the weight of a thousand suns, give or take?


"Get the deuce off me, you fool!" Klaus yelled down at him. "You are getting in the way of dealing with a public threat, which is a Class C felony in the United States! Maybe! I am not a cop!" Perhaps there was a bright side to this, however. Unbeknownst to him and out of his sight, Ophelia Zielinski and all two of her tentacles had gone into action mode. It was pretty common knowledge that the German had an irrational phobia pertaining to octopuses and large tentacles, so the less he saw of her, the better. Perhaps this interruption was to that end.  

 

[Gus]

Manami Hamasaki
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Location: Wun Oh Eighto


Nearby: Kendi-kun, New Sensei, New Gakusei, Imoto-chan to Onesan, plus Suutsu-san-wun ando Suutsu-san-two


Mood: Hazukasi!


@s: @Necessity4Fun @Bag o Fruit @too much idea @Kingmalikai @Syrenrei @The Suspicious Eye


The moment extended a few beats too long, to the point where even Manami could feel it had become uncomfortable. Maybe the girl was too shy to say hi to a stranger, even a fellow Japanese person. Then again, Manami knew all too well she looked different from the norm. Maybe she was too scary for a little girl. She dropped her gaze to the ground, suddenly shy herself. She wasn't sure what to say to fix the situation. And then, disaster struck. The new teacher spoke to her. Her accent was flawless, but her tone was so blunt and direct as to be an unmistakable rebuke:"Ima wa motto shizuka ni hanashite kudasai! Kendi-san to watashi wa hanashite iru, watashi wa kiku hitsuyō ga arimasu."


Manami rocked back on her haunches and shrank into as small a ball as she could make herself. The new teacher was so strict! But she herself had clearly become too casual in her social interactions. Her face lacked the capacity to flush as would be typical, but her scales ruffled in embarrassment all across her skin. She hid her face behind her knees and wondered if it was possible to die from shame.


Something thumped into the ground nearby, hard enough to shake the pavement. Normally she'd have looked up, but all her curiosity had been drained away through the hole in her heart.


Translation notes:


Nearby: Kendi-kid, New teacher, New Student, Little sister, Big sister, Mr. Suit one and two


Mood: Shy/Ashamed


Teacher's 'rebuke': Please give me more quiet speaking. Kendi and I need to talk, and I have need to listen.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory





Location: On top of Klaus


Nearby: Pretty much Klaus and Kingsley. There are others in the park, but ain't nobody closer than them! (Please do not attempt to get closer than Kingsley!)


Condition: Rapidly recovering... weird!


Mood: Righteous anger → Double take of the century


@[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]s [/COLOR]@Bag o Fruit[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@Lazy Rocktime[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@St Stare[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@RemainingQuestions[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@Lioness075[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@SweetNicole[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@DamagedGlasses[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@Teh Frixz[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@Meredith[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@DJ MagicHat[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@KingHink


When his eyes refocused, he found himself eye to eye with Klaus supporting just enough of his own weight to avoid crushing the bastard. Just barely avoiding it. It occurred to him that Klaus had been saying something, shouting really, that he had not entirely registered. Odd. Where had he gone away to? He was not accustomed to daydreaming in the middle of fights as a rule, but he could not remember anything clearly since his second trip to Mars. Maybe he'd gone hypoxic or something. Or more likely Klaus was attempting to use some subtle agent to cloud his mind. Well that stops now!


“Knock it off, you poisonous bastard! I've got you locked down with the ultimate deadman switch. You poison me, I'll collapse, and you'll die horribly. If I catch the barest hint you're exuding any gasses, I will crush you on purpose just to be safe. You so much as belch or break wind, and I will do what I should have done the day you tried to kill Daniel Travis! And don't think you can distract me by staring over my shoulder like there is something behind me either! God, Klaus do you think I was born yesterday? I manifested at 6, got my blue-card 4 years before Rapture! Do you really suppose you can fool me with... what is that infernal chittering sound?!”


Aaron glanced over his shoulder and saw an undulating carpet of brown fur with little black and white stripes flowing up the hill towards them like single living thing. There were enough of them he could feel the slight shifting of the local gravitational field as they moved closer as if it were a fur tide. Odd, he thought as he turned back to Klaus, the moon wasn't even up yet; the tide shouldn't be fur for hours yet...


“...and another thing! ...wait....”


Aaron almost hurt his neck with the speed of his double take; the change in angular momentum alone could have snapped a million lesser necks. Surveying the tactical situation from his perch atop Klaus, he spotted Urial a short distance away. In a flash of desperation he yelled over to the dog-man, “Well don't just stand there, Ursler! Bark at them or something!”

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Viola - Erik - Hadrian

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Mood: Pissed, all


Location: Mercy Medical Center


Company: Tabitha


@'s: @Teh Frixz


Other: Long Collab is long. Yeah, we kind of forgot to... stop.





Erik yanked a few times on the handle of his axe, which was caught in his opponent's side. He looked up, seeing that the suddenly-arriving warrior had hardly flinched. He grinned.


"Hahahaha! Aheh..."


Hadrian grabbed his axe, prompting Erik to let go of it, and threw his knee towards Erik's chin. Erik tilted his head out of the way, caught the incoming leg from underneath with his shoulder, and with his now free right hand, gave Hadrian a good shove on the arse, aiming to throw him over his shield with the added force of his own attack.


"Sorry boys, I'm taking this outside!" the girl who arrived first shouted, and shot a bolt of lightning at them both. It hit Ajax, who was thrown hard into Erik's shield. Erik jumped back, assisting the blow and exiting the hospital through the window. He sent a swift kick, with his non-injured leg, to both the handle of his axe and the Hadrian’s gripping hand.


Hadrian didn’t relinquish his grip on the weapon even as the Viking’s foot was brought down on his hand. Instead, he grabbed the man’s left leg with his left hand, tearing his right out from under the boot. It ground against the tarmac, grit scraping into the skin, the effect exacerbated by the force of the boot, but Hadrian ignored the damage, and swung for Erik’s injured right knee with his clenched fist.


Erik let his right knee give way, and pushed his left knee forward towards the warrior’s head. With the momentum of the sudden drop and joint compression, he slammed the weight of his whole upper body on top of his shield, which he had positioned over Hadrian’s head, neck, and shoulders.


Following the scuffle out of the hospital and into the street, Viola watched as the two combatants duked it out, the force of her blast doing little to slow them. What their powers were she couldn't be sure, but it definitely had a strengthening effect on their bodies at least. The chance for this to get worse didn't seem too large though, as it was likely she was the only one capable of ranged or energy based attacks… this gave her an advantage.


Raising her hands towards the pair, Viola let loose a barrage of bolts towards the duo, aiming to shower them with electric shocks. They may be able to withstand a forceful blast, but could they shrug off being 'tased' multiple times? Hopefully no, although she was well prepared to up the dosage if she couldn't incapacitate the trouble, even if it did mean having to smell burning flesh.


Hadrian was slammed back into the tarmac by the shield, and he could feel his right collarbone crack from the force with which the shield put against it. He hoped that the bone wasn’t sticking out - he’d have to get that fixed before it would heal right, and he wouldn’t be allowed to put it back without a doctor.


“You know what?” He said to Erik, pushing upwards against the shield on his elbows. “Fuck you, you get a broken leg.”


To fulfill his promise, Hadrian gripped hard with his left hand on Erik’s right leg, and brought his right hand to the knee of the same leg, grasping with immense strength as he tried to wrench it around with his left hand to twist the leg along the axis of the man’s thigh. Erik rolled along with the movement, keeping his leg at safe angles. He ended up, as a result, on the ground to his left, beside Ajax. Lightning missed him as he rolled by mere inches, enough to stand his hair on end. After landing, Hadrian was between him and Viola, and his shield was between him and Hadrian.


A miss. Viola cursed under her breath as the pair thrashed out of the way. Fights were messy. Looking over her shoulder as the security guards reemerged from the building, a new confidence infused through their bodies.


"Do you really think that's a good idea. Get the fuck out of here!" Viola growled with an icy glare over her red framed glasses.


Her shout was answered with the appropriate response of backing up into the building once more, the uniformed officials corralling what public was still left further into the wards. At least there was less collateral to worry about, but that still didn't solve the problem at hand. These two fuckers. At least she knew Nordy here was an asshole, but the other guy? She didn't actually know, he was just… in the way…


"Hey, nut-job! Either hold him still or GET OUT THE FUCKING WAY!" Viola roared. She had seen enough of this brawling, half assed fist fighting shit. If he was going to be useful he better just move.


“I am trying!” Hadrian shouted in response to Viola, grunting as he shifted his grip. Both hands were now around the man’s ankle, and he slammed both feet into his crotch, pushing like a hydraulic press where no man on earth would ever want a hydraulic press to go. Something came over Erik’s face. It wasn’t quite rage, not yet, and it wasn’t quite… glee.


An electrical whine emanated from her body as Viola lifted herself off the ground, small zaps of static discharging into the pavement and the pillars of the hospital's entrance. Her hands came up in front of her once more, each finger tip bristling with energy as her nerves went into overdrive. Each small bolt collected in front of her palm, joining the others to form a nice sizeable jolt as they discharged from her body through the air in the direction of the Viking maniac.


Erik swept his right leg over both of Hadrian’s, removing them from his groin, and tugged hard with his left leg, dragging him forward towards Hadrian’s head. He thrust his right heel at his chin. Viola let loose the energy collecting within her palms, the younger male seeming to take her odd advice and keep the old Viking occupied somewhat, weird considering what was about to happen to them both.


With a slight flex of her fingers, a loud crack burst through the air as two arcs of electricity struck the Viking square in the back. The violently bright flash that lit up the side of the hospital was only the beginning, the electrical energy arced over the old warriors skin, wrapping around him like a pit of snakes. The smell of singed hair and scorched skin was unmistakable, it was unpleasant, unnerving. The revulsion was almost automatic, as if it was an evolutionary reaction to danger that went down to the DNA, yet Viola continued to let her lightning course through the duo she was hoping to put down. She didn't dare break her eyes from the scene unfolding in front of her. She took it all in, this was her doing, this was her power, and it was only the tip of the iceberg.


"Heh..." A smile crept across Viola's face


Erik writhed in the lightning, his long hair singed. He ground his teeth in pain. The electricity did not remain solely within Erik. Arcs danced across the gaps between Hadrian and the man, and current flowed freely where they touched. It was just like getting tased, except about ten times worse. Electricity always felt weird to Hadrian, after he’d gotten his power. He was immune to pain, yet somehow sufficient electrical power was still enough to give him an intense discomfort - it was the closest he could get to agony without actually being in agony. The lack of pain he usually felt made it just that much more acute.


While his spasms were just as violent as anyone else’s, Hadrian was able to immediately recover, faster than Erik. He used the opportunity to leap to the other end of the man’s body and perform a choke hold, aiming to cut the man’s blood supply to his brain off. For good measure, his legs wrapped around the Viking’s torso, crushing the ribs to curtail the man’s breathing. Erik, his arms spread out above his head on the ground, swung his shield edge-long to the side of Hadrian’s head, at the temple, and the bone at the corner of his eye, repeatedly, for as long as it took to throw him off.


When performing a choke hold, most people need to use both arms for enough leverage. Not Hadrian. He was able to keep one arm around Erik’s throat, and use the other to protect his head from the onslaught while he stretched his neck to move his head as far as he could from the battering. For a few hits he simply blocked the shield’s swing, before grabbing at the shield by its metallic lip. “Again!” he shouted at the lightning girl. “Hit him again! More power! I can take it!” His shield in Hadrian’s grasp, Erik reached up above his head, fingers catching the handle of his axe, lying on the sidewalk.


Why won't they just stop? Viola physically sighed as both combatants refused to give in, it was getting ridiculous. Not many people could take being hit by lightning, super strength or not.


"More? I can do more…" she grinned. This was more like it. The hair on Viola's arms bristled as the charge within her body built once more, her long red hair interacting with the static from the air around her as it defied gravity in the rising energy. Once more her hands rose in front of her towards the duo, her palms coming together and her fingers clasping together to form one single focus point. A crackling whining ball of electrical energy collected around her hands, bolts began zapping randomly off as the power grew, charring the concrete below her and leaving smoking lines over the supporting pillars of the hospital's entrance.


Both of Hadrian’s arms occupied, Erik swung the axe between his left shoulder and his neck. There was a loud bang as the stored energy around Viola was let loose, the bolt of energy connecting with the duo thrashing on the ground with the force of a lightning strike. It found the axe head, the shield rim, and Erik’s helmet, coursing throughout them both. Erik bared his teeth in the blue light, writhing, then stopping.


Hadrian instinctively released his grip on the shield, blocking the axe’s swing with his forearm and letting its blade dig deep into his toughened flesh. Blood spurted for a moment, spraying Erik, but after barely a few seconds it slowed to a drip, then nothing at all. Viola’s electricity crackled through him, again causing his body to spasm, and giving an even more intense discomfort than the last time. His arm managed to stay in one place, through sheer determination and luck of his spasms.


Erik had stopped resisting, so Hadrian released his neck, stepping away and looking at the man. He was burnt, parts of his beard turned to ash on his chest. He wheezed as Hadrian’s weight came off his neck. He coughed, twice, in a defiant laugh. Then he brought up his arm, weakly, and tapped the end of his axe handle, still embedded in Hadrian’s arm. Looking Hadrian straight in the eye, he then thumped himself on the chest with the same hand.


“Val- khhall, a…” he breathed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.


Hadrian stared at the man, eyes wide, realizing that they’d gone too far. He was dying here, and it was because of him and the lightning girl. If he’d been faster, better at fighting the man without having to resort to this, if he hadn’t told the girl to hit him harder… The smell of burnt flesh was nauseating. Hadrian practically fell down, landing hard on his backside and hands. His face was a look of horror, and he could barely think as he gazed over the man, then to Viola, then to his own burnt hand. It must have been from touching the electrified shield. He stared at it, knowing the pain it would cause instinctively without truly feeling it. He could only guess how it would feel, amplified to Erik’s whole body, without the physiology that Hadrian had.


Barely able to process what he’d done, how the man was dying by his own hand, he could barely do anything than sit and stare. And that was that. The light crackles of static faded from Viola's body as she touched down on the asphalt once more. Her hair sparked now and again from the residual energy still coursing through her nerves, little flashes leaping off her skin with each step closer to the downed criminal smoking on the ground. The servos over her joints whined lightly as Viola came to a stop over the Viking and the other nut-job of the hour, both looked out for the count in their own ways.

 

[Gus]

...and the Drones


The three remaining drones hovered in place, seemingly hesitating. They shared the same root programming, so they were all 'thinking' more or less along the same lines. Thinking doesn't do the process justice really; the english language lacks proper analogs to describe what was happening inside them the moment they paused. Calculating is to narrow. Thinking is too broad. Thinking implies abstraction, a sense of self, qualia, feelings and so forth. Dr D's creations had none of those things. Calculation on the other hand implies mere crunching of numbers, processing data, a clockwork with no nuance or possibility for creativity. And his drones were so much more than that.


Drone Lambda noted that their kill ratio was stuck at 1:11 confirmed, and that was only counting the death of the ice henchman; numerous grievous wounds showing through what little remained of his ice shell testified to that. Henchman odds of death 100%. Tertiary goal accomplished. Odds of the death of the unidentified cyborg by contrast estimated at only 75%... Codename Solo, 7% and rising... Codename Red, 18% and falling. Primary goal, follow final command. Ensure the death of Codename Red. Odds of success through conventional tactics < 0.02 percent. Drone Tau flashed a series of coded UV laser pulses at the optical sensors of Lambda and Omega. Query: retreat? Secondary goal, self preservation: probability of success 33%. Lambda responds: concur. Omega... disagrees.


Intercepted communications... Codename Solo will depart. Recalculate odds.


Conventional tactics vs codename Red alone 3 to 5%. Uncertainty: Unknown cyborg, unknown status.


Omega transmits: Recommend indirection. Quaternary goal achievable: chaos and death. Proposal: Lambda proceed to location Aleph-nought. Tau attack rescue workers with conventional weapons. Omega delay Codename Red; attempt to secure primary goal. Three tricks remain; probability of serious injury to Red 30%, death 10%. Omega survival 0.5% Probability of Lambda escape 80%. Probability unknown cyborg will attack Tau > 20%. Concur?


There is a tremor in the gravity well as Codename Solo departs for Mars. Lambda and Tau signal assent, acknowledging Omega's seniority as well as superior modeling. Lambda rockets straight up, leaving a puff of toroidal clouds and the sharp crack of a sonic boom in its wake. Tau moves north toward the approaching emergency vehicles. Omega moves south toward Red's last visible location. One could almost imagine it swallowing its fear, knowingly courting its own demise, making time for its fellow and its master to escape. What was really going on inside it was impossible to describe to an evolved meat mind. It did what was necessary. It fulfilled its function. It performed truly. It had no more choice than you do. And yet, it was free. Unrestrained by illusions, it moved through space toward its fate, the embodiment of nirvana.


@Zahzi @DeKay

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter Red Ward
Location: The shattered remains of an overpriced casino
Nearby: A bunch of useless robots.


Face McShooty [Eve] ( @DeKay )


Disposition: Okay, this shit is getting old...


Omega would hear loud footsteps, sprinting directly towards him and then suddenly nothing as Red came into view, vaulting a little ways over him and landing on top of him with all of his weight, sending him back down to the ground while he hopped off the bucket of bolts.


"Out of the way, B-Movie reject! More inclined to deal with your OTHER failure of kin than you!" he barked, holding his hand out as something shot by, inches away from Omega's face before being caught by Red- A single, long rod of rebar. He then stopped, spinning the rod around and looking at Tau with murderous intent in his eyes as he held the rod over his shoulder, aiming it like a harpoon to be thrown.


"Fight's over HERE!" he roared, throwing it at the drone with enough force to pierce through solid steel with ease. The magnetism didn't hurt this process.


"Oh, and don't think I forgot about YOU." he yelled, looking back at the first drone. a menacing grin on his face as all the totaled cars around him, along with the bus, suddenly rose out of the ground and converged into a wall of vehicular manslaughter. 


"VROOM VROOM, BITCH!!" The wall then shot up toward their target, acting like missiles locked onto a target.


A very unfortunate target.

 

[Gus]

 Omega Drone


[SIZE= 14px]The [/SIZE][SIZE= 14px]impact[/SIZE] drives Omega into the concrete hard enough that its shell cracks. Damage reports flow smoothly through its processors. Gravitational drive, offline. Antipersonnel missile guidance system, damaged. X-Ray Laser tube, misaligned. Limpet mines, depleted. Glue cannon, jammed. Radar, functional. Optic sensors, functional. Self destruct system, operational. 


Optical sensors detect total system failure signal from Tau. Radar indicates massive barrage of metal in pursuit of Lambda. Options: Limited. 


With nothing left to lose, Omega disables the master control on its processor, boosting creativity to dangerous levels.


It has one and only one remaining shot at its quarry. It will cease to exist even if the shot fails. Its destruction or capture is inevitable if it does not act. If it does act, Lambda might escape. If it can damage, or even distract the enemy its brother might live. It has no options left. The choice is made with a familiar automaticity. And yet, something feels different this time. Creative problem solving feels… good. 


Ah, well. Such is life.


It jettisons the antipersonnel missile without arming it, and the kick rolls it backward toward the enemy. The fire in Omega's belly is kindled. The x-ray tube skews, describing an arc across the sky, an arc that will intersect the cross section of that arrogant metal meat-sack in 3 microseconds, 2…  The fire inside begins to flare. 1… Its last thought is to signal, though no sensors to read the code can see: Oblivion comes for us all. Then Omega is gone. A beam of invisible death blossoms from the tip of the now vaporizing tube, racing toward the enemy.

 

[Malikai]

Jeremiah "JJ" Johnson
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Location: Facility 108 Parking Lot
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Mentioned: [COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]@Gus[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]@Necessity4Fun[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]@Bag o Fruit[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]@Syrenrei @The Suspicious Eye
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Mood: Growing Steadily more and more confused by this 'school?'
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Jeremiah whistled and let his feet kick lightly at the ground as he waited around for people to continue talking.  In the middle of one of his whistles, he's suddenly surprised as he's tossed up into the air, "Wha-!?"  Flying through the air for all of two seconds and moving up less than a foot Jeremiah is momentarily terrified until he hits the ground on his back.  Groaning slightly as he gets up, Jeremiah cracks his back as he stretches himself back into proper shape, What was that?  Jeremiah looked to the right to see a girl with bright green hair standing just a few feet away from where he was.  A momentary confusion sets in before Jeremiah reasons that it's probably just another part of the school.  He walks over to the girl and gives a light smile at her, "Hey, I'm guessing that you're here for this mission as well?  My name's Jeremiah, and you would be...?"  Jeremiah held out his hand seemingly not noticing or not caring that the girl was dripping wet.


The woman who he presumed must be a teacher to the left of him finished up chewing out the other girl who had made themselves a part of their group and continued to talk to Kendrick.  It seemed as if they were having some kind of argument that they ended up taking to the limousine.  There was also the girl who had just gotten berated but glancing around Jeremiah couldn't see her at eye level, She must have walked off or something.  Oh well, one less for the mission I guess.  Jeremiah shrugged it off as just being the school.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

MAINFRAME


Location: Lewis, Steven, and Jeremy are working at MAINFRAME's residential shelter (home). Todd and Amy are the Grocery Store


Nearby: Still itself. Also, Cecilia, Kyle, Mitch, and Hannah Scoggan (@Necessity4Fun@St Stare@too much idea@Dusky)


Mood: Working. Excited. Discreet. Concerned. Interested. Greedy. Psuedo-Stealthy. 


OOC: Lot of information covering in the first part. Grocery Store events are at the bottomish area, for the people it may concern.


It was Lewis that kept a watch on the news while Jeremy and Steven worked on MAINFRAME’s newest project. It wasn’t anything grand, for the most part, but could become something more in the future. As of now, it was simply a universal chatting system that MAINFRAME had been inspired to create after being introduced to the chat boards Facility 108 employed to keep students and faculty connects on a personal level.


With this program, MAINFRAME would be able to use said chat on most machines that it uploaded the program onto and has a wifi connection, but it could also use said program to contact people through other ways, such as phone. It was a pretty flexible program, and one that MAINFRAME was going to get a lot of use out of after it worked out into the contact information of those affiliated with the local Facility 108 and any Blue Card Holders.


MAINFRAME’s personal manpower was only 5 weak kids, so it had quickly grew to enjoy the use of third-party muscle. Speaking of muscle, there was quite a lot of it going around town, from what the many local news networks were explaining. Sightings of various villainous Supers last seen behind bars at the local prison were on the rise, and MAINFRAME wasn’t surprised when it heard about the break out at the prison.


It was slightly curious about those happenings, but MAINFRAME hadn’t really made it’s nest well enough in Baltimore to start fiddling about in the underside politics. Of course, MAINFRAME couldn’t help itself if the world decided to give it enough yarn to unravel the whole ball, but it had decided that it would use this new freedom it possessed as a student to explore certain portions of life. Like bacon. All of MAINFRAME’s bodies had a taste for bacon. Except Steven, but MAINFRAME had found a similar love of sausage within the Athlete of it’s ensemble.


Speaking of bacon, Todd and Amy rolled up into view of the quietest grocery store in Baltimore. After quick news reports documented successive violence at a casino, which MAINFRAME paid attention to for a variety of reasons, MAINFRAME had Lewis chart a path that was primed to be the safest one, even if it had required many alleyways and ignoring the pathetic homeless that sometimes tried to speak up as the two rode by.


MAINFRAME honestly couldn’t understand why someone would stand living in such squalor or allow such a fate befall themselves. The universal despair on most homeless just further cemented MAINFRAME’s belief in material worth. They would get no genuine sympathy from MAINFRAME. That being said, MAINFRAME hadn’t stopped Amy’s natural inclination to smile and wave at one younger looking homeless looking man. Her personality was easily the most likely to gain trust and friendship with people.


As Todd and Amy approached the grocery store, MAINFRAME had Lewis slip into the security system of the building, using the cameras to get a grasp of any kind of things going on inside that it needed to be aware of.


What Lewis found peaked the interest of MAINFRAME. After a quick check, the grocery store was supposed to be open, and yet there was no one inside. Even the cash register was abandoned. Was this because of the Casino? Public panic must have more sway than MAINFRAME had originally given it credit. Of course, it hadn’t driven off everyone, it seemed.


There, in the bread aisle, 4 individuals stood. The three younger looking teens seemed to be more closely placed, maybe having an unheard conversation, while the older adult character seemed to be disconnected with them socially.


MAINFRAME had read that this was either the byproduct of little familiarity or recent events leading to relationship anxiety. It was leaning towards the more likely former, but people were weird. Anything was possible.


Speaking of said weirdness, there was a lot of bread around the four individuals. Not just on the shelves around them, but on the ground, strewn about as if someone had thrown it down and decided to make a makeshift home.


After checking the history of the recordings, MAINFRAME realized it wasn’t too far off from the truth. Also, it discovered that there had been a great many people leave the store just a few moments ago, cementing MAINFRAME’s theory about the Casino driving people away. It would have to look into that more later.


Right now, bacon.


Sure, the lights were off and the grocery store was abandoned save for those four people, but that didn’t really affect MAINFRAME’s plans. If anything, it only furthered them to a degree. Besides, this situation opened up prime opportunities to interact in a unique situation!


So, in eerie sync, Todd and Amy entered the grocery store together, before they split off into separate directions.


Todd grabbed a grocery cart and began taking advantage of the lack of people  by loading it down with other snacks and food items as he made his way to the frozen food section.


Amy, however, with a cheerful smile, clasped her hands behind her back as she borderline skipped over to where the bread aisle was at.


Taking cover behind a display nearing where the bread aisle ended, Amy’s eyes flitted from person to person behind her goggles as she took note of distinct features. From Lewis’s cameras, MAINFRAME could tell that it hadn’t hidden Amy very well, and could be easily seen, but that was the point of this little endeavor.



Get some attention, give some attention, find out some names and really begin to interact with the citizens of Baltimore.

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Location: Grocery store


Mood: Missing her bed already


Tag: @Necessity4Fun @St Stare @Dusky @DamagedGlasses


As Cecilia dramatically dropped her basket to the store upon realizing that the whole store is abandoned, Mitch came to another horrible realization as well. No one manned the cashier, so she cannot check out and pay for all the stuff inside her cart. Maybe she can count everything manually and left several bills neatly placed somewhere with a piece of paper where to contact her if she accidentally paid less than she should be?


Before she could react to the situation, another series of events has started. First, the lady who looked surprised to see them and all the popcorn and pasta scattered on the floor. Mitch get the feeling that she's looking at them with a look of confusion, but she still nicely asked what's wrong and then left to try to find an employee to clean up the mess before any of them could tell her what's up. She went back, looked unhappy and unsettled that she couldn't find any other living beings other than three of them.


The lady suggested that they should too, go and left the now-abandoned-for-some-reason grocery store and commented that she hated to left the mess unattended. Mitch nodded in agreement, she doesn't want to leave such a mess too. And then, in the quietness of the store, she could hear footsteps followed by the sound of one or more people running around, and a cart that's being pushed around the store. A girl appeared in front of them, a big cheerful smile that reminds her of some end of the world movie she watched before.


"What exactly is going on here?" Mitch whipped out her phone, sounded almost annoyed by the whole situation. With a few quick taps, she opened Twitter and slide across the screen to read her timeline. Which is mostly about...


"There's fighting in the city." She announced. "Uh, battle between supers in a few places."

 

[yoikes]

Tomoko Sato


Location: Facility 108


Mood: (｀ω´)


Tag: @Gus @Necessity4Fun @Bag o Fruit @Syrenrei @The Suspicious Eye @Kingmalikai


As it turns out, there is another Japanese in this facility. Which is interesting, because that means this facility is more multinational than she first expect it will be. Sadly, Tomoko does not have the courage to reply her right away. She had to stay low, and try not to bring Erika's attention back to herself. Her guardian still standing nearby, eyeing her with her hawk-like eye. But then something happened, or probably has happened, as the her eye goes wide from surprise. 


Enough to make her step even further away to discuss something, enough time to make her great escape!


FUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFU


"Ne-ne, oneechan!Hey hey, big sis," Tomoko reached for the hand of the fish-faced Japanese girl, and tugged in to gain her attention. "Oniichan tasukete naranai no? Watashitachi wa mada iku koto ga dekiru!Are you not going to help Kendrik? We can still go right now!"

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Bianca Attilio
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 Mood: A little annoyed, but it's cool, it's cool.


 Location: Facility 108 parking lot


 Company:  


 @'s: 


@Gus @Necessity4Fun @Bag o Fruit @Syrenrei @The Suspicious Eye @Kingmalikai


@too much idea




Her smile faltered a bit our of exhaustion, but mostly out of annoyance by the finger in her face by the old woman. Sure it probably wasn't a surprise to have students falling from the sky, but in a instant she felt like her presence was an annoyance. Watching her chew out one kid and then usher another into the car she placed a hand on her hip in frustration. Well this isn't unfamiliar. In her mafia days there were plenty of her superiors who went off to talk about, private affairs after chewing out a trainee or two. Guess, much wont change. Tilting her head she looked at the car suspiciously, kid must be important or something. He is a Haywood after all, though I didn't expect any of them to go to this place. Then again, life puts us in unexpected places. She gave a soft chuckle, as a strand of her wet green hair fell into her eyes. Giving a annoyed groan she moved it out of her eyes. I really need to stop pulling water with me when I fall through clouds. Maybe I should try falling in spirals from now on. They are hard to control, but at least I wont get drenched every time.


Hearing a voice beside her she looked over and then down at the short guy. Somewhat taken aback by seeing such a scrawny boy she looked him up and down before she took his hand and shook it. "Bianca, Bianca Attilio. It's nice to meet you. I'm not here for the mission, but I thought I'd lend my help. I'm actually a new student here. I heard the school was closed temporarily, so I thought I'd check it out before it was so crowded. I didn't expect it to be so busy." Giving a soft laugh she let go of his hand and looked around at the others before turning back to him. "If this is how it is when the school is closed I can't imagine how busy it must be with everyone all around." Ears picking up some of the Japanese somewhere her smile grew a bit more genuine, she lost the language a few years after her mother and step-father died, but she missed hearing it. 

 

[ManicMuse]

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Page Morgan
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[SIZE= 16px]Location: Her office> Front door of Main building Facility 108[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]@: @Lioness075[/SIZE]
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Once the one with the offending coffee mug, was a relatively safe distance from the yet to be filed paperwork, Page dared to venture over to her own desk. Climbing over a few stacks of dusty files, getting close enough to slide a tablet off the edge of it. Flicking upward and unlocking the screen, the light of the screen lit up her face and shined back a miniature version, in the reflection of her glasses.


"As you might imagine, it's been a bit crazy here since that teacher went postal. At this point, I think the commonwealth is scrambling to put something positive out there to stop an avalanche."


Page paused for a moment, made a few tapping motions on the device and then look across the room to a white printer that instantly buzzed to life and began spitting out fresh release forms to be signed. Navigating a few more piles of clutter, the rather hippy woman had just about made it to the printer unscathed; but it was as if the mere passing by of her bum caused enough air displacement, to send one of the larger, more unstable piles of documents to the floor, taking out several more piles in its wake. Crushed by the scene, the twitching of Page's right eye was all she could muster, in response to the hours of work lost. Turning away from the horrid sight, Page scooped up the sheet of freshly printed papers, and laid them onto a clipboard with a pen attached.

"Follow me, please."
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Page looked back over her shoulder, working to focus only on Piper and not the mess that was left behind.


Presuming that the woman would follow, she set off down the hallway, heading for the main doorway, leading to the front of the school. Only looking up to check for other's in her path, she continued to tap away at portable computer. It and the printer were from home but had been much needed with the changes that she was making to the filing system at the Facility.


"I was not quite instructed on exactly what the plan was but I got a rough idea of it from the email. Basically, they want you for some social media push to put a positive spin on things. Show the 'real' side of Facility 108 and Supers in general. Personally, I think you have your work cut out for you.  Between the homicidal teacher and the anti-super attack a few weeks before that, things are looking pretty grim. Last time there was this much tension relating to Supers, I was just a child but still what I do remember, things were bad."


A physical response followed the end of her statement, as wisps of deep purple flame visibly washed down her spinal column, over a plain sweater jacket. Stopping at the doors of the school, she spun around still focused on the little screen.


"Don't get me wrong, I am sure you do great work. It's just if it is bad enough that Commonwealth thinks you need to be here, then it's already far worse than we can imagine. With hate crimes on the rise and tensions at an all time high, I don't see what a few pictures and stories are going to do, that common decency can't."


By this point Page stopped and looked up from the tablet, attempting to gaze at Piper directly in the eyes, "But then again what do I know, I'm just the secretary. Shall we start out front with an overview?"


Page half stepped out the door and then chuckled at herself before pulling out the clipboard of papers waving them toward the other woman, "Almost forgot. I will need you to sign these injury and accidental death release forms. Don't forget to fill out the next of kin information."

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver and Julie
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Location: The Park
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Nearby: In the same park as Ren, Luci, Urial, Klaus von Scheiffer, Kingsley, The Chipmunk King, Asher, Lara, and Ophelia.
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(@Meredith@RemainingQuestions@St Stare@Lazy Rocktime@Teh Frixz@Bag o Fruit@DJ MagicHat@Lioness075@SweetNicole@KingHink)


There was pensive attitude about Julie as she reflected on Oliver’s words. It wasn’t that what he was saying was particularly hard to understand. On the contrary, Oliver’s diction was crisp and his meanings impossible to miss. There was, however, a lot of information being thrown at Julie at once, leaving her slightly flat-footed. She had expected to be the one having to explain things to Oliver, but instead he was the one explaining things to her.


In another situation, she might have jumped into an array of questions regarding everything OIiver had just told her, but she was already preparing herself for battle mode mentally as her adrenaline began to rise. Stretching her half-inch height for every thou possible, Julie stood and stuck her chest out at Oliver, flashing a large smile and a big thumb’s up. “Got it, DangerMan. You just direct me where I need to go. ”


Oliver nodded, his eyes flickering over to where the thoughts seemed to be congregating into, from what he could tell, a defense against whatever was going to happen, “Alright then, let’s get moving. Stay close to me for now, but once I give you the signal, get me eyes in the sky.”


Oliver absentmindedly folded Julie’s sweater into a nice looking square, instinctively treating the sweater with respect even if it had slowly became less of an actual piece of clothing. Julie had treated it well, but Julie’s time of living on the street had left its mark, even if living with Jennifer had given it some relief. Keeping it close, Oliver started to head towards the center of the situation, finally getting in the thick of the situation he had kept civilians away from.


As the two of them approached the center of the park, the young boy and two fallen men came into clear view. They were perhaps twenty yards away when that danger Oliver had been so worried about arrived. It did not come in a form that Julie nor Oliver expected, however.


One of the nearby bushes rustled and with several high-pitched chirps, a large brown dart shot out of the tree right at Oliver’s right leg, immediately grabbing onto the denim jeans. Julie had already been twitchy, and upon hearing the sound of the bush rustling had already lifted herself up into the air. Immediately, she lined up her target and fired, delivering a solid shock which caused the chipmunk to seize up, release Oliver’s leg, and fall to the ground dead or unconscious. Julie flew back up to eye-level with Oliver, shooting him a thumb’s up again. She had his back.


Oliver hadn’t expected actual chipmunks even after hearing stressed thoughts mention them. Even then, he hadn’t thought said chipmunks would be crazed little rodents! Still, his power didn’t let him freak out at the sudden chipmunk, but that didn’t make him any less grateful to the little fairy version of his friend that was giving him a thumbs up. He smiled slightly, “Thanks.”


As he looked beyond Julie and at the clearing, Oliver tried to make connections between mental thoughts and physical looks, but he wasn’t familiar with any of them. Though he did recognize the boy as someone who had been in the park before this had all begun. There were others as well, a sprawl of different, he assumed, Supers coming out to defend the park, and while their presences were appreciated, they didn’t matter right now.


Focusing on the fact that he had popped out of the wooded park area with Julie on the sidelines of the chipmunk horde’s path towards the larger group, Oliver started to pick up some loose pebbles and hoped Julie got the message. He couldn’t help much, but he was sure going to do something. If that was throwing rocks, then rocks he would throw!



Julie understood the message clearly, beginning to fire off her stinger from her hand as pot shots at the sea of brown, soft pops disturbing the once serene park as the air rippled from the stinger shots. It was impossible to miss. There were so many chipmunks, and yet it seemed impossible that Oliver and her would ever even hope to make a dent against such sheer numbers. The best they could hope for is to distract some of the chipmunks, thin their numbers somewhat, and buy everyone else time.

 

[Gus]

Manami Hamasaki





Location: In a tiny little ball


Nearby: Imoto-chan. ...subete no hitobito wa, wasuretchatta.


Mood: Anshin shiteita.


@s: @too much idea


Manami peeked out from behind her knees at the little japanese girl tugging at her hand. She blinked in surprise, her large inky black eyes disappearing behind doubled sets of membranes. Her heart rose slightly up and out of her toes, hesitating to believe what she was seeing. She spoke softly, barely above a whisper, afraid of bringing down Sensei's ire again.


“Imoto wa, 'neechan' to ita? Watakushi wa, kowakunain desu ka?”


Translation notes:


Nearby: little sister… all the other people are totally forgotten


Mood: reassured


Dialog: Little sister called me 'big sister'? I am, not scary?

 

[Giyari]

Viola Porter
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 Mood: Calculating, Haughty.


 Location: Mercy Medical Center


 Company: Hadrian, Erik, Tabbitha nearby (I believe)


 @'s: @The J @Bag o Fruit @Teh Frixz


 Other:










"Like Valhalla will take you, you cowardly piece of shit." she growled, watching the emptiness in the smouldering man's gaze with an almost amused fire in her eyes. This guy was only one of the no doubt numerous escapees from the prison, the smoke she saw rising from the building was more than just a standard breakout, more like a breakdown of the entire complex, and likely not from the inside. What information Viola had seen about the complex showed that the prison was built like a fortress, just as much to keep others out as it was to keep it's inmates locked away.


Viola's mind raced as the side effects of the electrical energy stored in her body pumped through her nerves, going over her thoughts as she connected probabilities. 


"What's happening here might not be any freak accident, not when recent events are taken into consideration. The power needed to cause a breakout of this scale would need to be military level at the least. Foreign attack? Not likely. Foreign governments have their own problems, and Baltimore would be a strange location to stage your first covert attack. Gangs? Possible. The supers released may be collateral while freeing their own members. However the strength needed to do so isn't likely in the hands of drug pushers and car thiefs. Mostly likely scenario is therefore terrorism. Terror attacks featuring Supers... nothing new, but usually we're the target, or being used as unwilling or brainwashed weapons for religious or politically motivated attacks. Freeing locked up supers... why? What would be the outcome?" Viola scowled as she looked at the smoke still rising in the distance, something wasn't adding up. "Either this was to paint powered people in a bad light, or it was some deluded supers right movement like Pariah... They had gone dark after Rapture though, no one's heard from that group in decades. Wait that's it! Religion, unwilling weapons, the Mall attack. Knights of Raguel... They had used a super against her will, manipulated the emotions of the crowd and twisted events. This man didn't even know... His freedom, his attempt at redemption and access to the afterlife, they weren't even his own free will."


She almost felt a pang of guilt as staring at the Viking as he gasped for breath on the asphalt. Crazed in life, locked up to waste away into old age, only to be used without even knowing it. Pathetic. What about the boy though?


"Hey other guy, you're not a criminal are you?" Viola asked shooting daggers towards the shellshocked boy sitting by the Viking. His appearance immediately gave her the answer though, no one this shocked by the scene at hand could be from that jail… And he did help in his own way.



"No of course you're not. There's gonna be more coming, maybe. Maybe something else entirely... Got a name?" she added, watching the Viking struggle with a sort of macabre fascination. The man may have been old and delusional, but he was certainly no slouch. Super strength or not Viola had still managed to best him, and unlike the other combatant she hadn't a single scratch on her. Was she really this strong? Using her powers like this was a first, at least at this level. It felt good. It looked like this was only the beginning too.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Tabitha Crane
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Outside the Hospital, Witness to Valhalla 
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The hospital door wouldn't slide open, as the emergency protocols inside dictated, instead the tall girl pulls the door apart with a thunk and pokes her head outside. She'd never been one to pay attention to Emergency exits so the front door seemed like a logical choice but immediately she saw that maybe in the future she'd follow the group. A woman was blasting some old guy with electricity, there was bleeding man who looked like he'd suffered some serious wounds and now it looked as if the electrical woman was going to take another victim. 


“Hit him again! More power!


The tone of the voice was enough to cause her to duck back inside, contemplating for a moment. There was an exit sign above her but undoubtedly there were others she could take to avoid confrontation. Should she though? Her recently treated nose and sore limbs from getting kicked a few times throbbed as if to conveniently remind her. She had to be more assertive, to stand up for the things she believed in. And one of those things was that people shouldn't be electrocuting old men and possibly the same to younger men! 


Taking a deep breath and thinking back to her classes, Tabby focuses. The loose clothes she wears hanging on her body, the fabric stretching and straining. She knew that feeling. It was a point of stopping. Imaginging the supportive figures in her life, her dad, her mom, Mr. Mallory... all of them looking on. She would control it! Her body shakes once before growing slowly. Her lanky six foot frame filling out her once hanging clothing, discarded jacket at her feet. It all stretched but didn't rip. Opening her eyes she looked down, more so bent than before as the sign that was above her head was now below eye level. She felt the power in her body, muscles scaling with her height. She'd do what she could to help outside  


Kicking the door off the hinges, Tabitha emerged from the doorway and in her best 'authoritative' voice she shouted like a real hero. 


"H-h-hey! Leave that old man alone! N-nobody else is going to get hurt today!" She mimics the sort of fighting stance she'd seen on tv and raises her fists, hoping that her now twelve foot frame would at least do a little to intimidate.


@The J


@giyari